She needs someone who will be everything for her: her friend, her boyfriend, her confidant, her lover and sometimes even her enemy.

They were now both ready, not to begin from scratch, but to continue with a love that had survived for thirteen years in hibernation. They were no longer travellers without baggage. They were no longer twenty. They'd both been around the block a bit and had suffered without the other. They'd both lost their way without the other. Each had tried to find love with other people. But all that was now finished.

Love is always dangerous. To love is to hope you'll win it all while running the risk that you could lose it all. And sometimes it's also about accepting that there's a risk that you'll love more than you are loved.

It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us. What scares you, is not your weaknesses, but your strengths.

Your soulmate can also be your downfall.

When it comes to books and friends, it is best to have only a few but all good ones.

It was a relationship with occasional moments of beauty, but one that had never found it's balance.